No Self-AwarenessI had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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In my job I have one-to-one weekly meetings with everyone in the officeThey come to me, we have a serious discussion, they take notes and we reschedule for next week. The company pays, and some of the employees have been having these sessions for years.
And every week, when I get round to one individual, I get a lump in my throat and a queasy feeling on the back of my tongue. My fingernails will itch and it will take a Herculean effort for me to concentrate on maintaining eye contact with the client.
Because every week without fail, he will be sporting a zit on his face. And not just a little whitehead, but a monstrous, oily, pus-filled bubo, so round and firm that it looks like it could erupt at any moment.
This yellowy beast will be nestling in the crease of his nose, or dangling from his poorly-shaven chin, or lurking on his neck like a parasite carried around by an unwitting host. Once, it nuzzled against the edge of his lip, right in the corner of the mouth, and as the guy spoke small specks of spittle collected there, until it looked like his zit was drinking, lapping away at the saliva.
It's properly revolting and it's obvious the guy manages to wake up, get clean and dressed, and leave the house without once looking in the mirror to check for pustulent growths.
So we will spend an hour together; me, him and the zit, with my gaze desperately skittering around the room until drawn inevitably to the greasy mound.
That is, until he picks it in front of me, and wipes it on his trousers.
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Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 14:20,
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Where else should he wipe it?(, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 14:31, closed)
I was feeling sorry for him ...... until you mentioned him picking it and wiping it on his trousers.
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It could be worse, Grrrry.He could wipe in on your trousers.
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the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 14:36,
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I think this says more about you,than it does about him.
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 16:12,
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Shut up, spotty(, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 21:29, closed)
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